This is my 500th post, my friends. I know, I can't believe it either.
This means that over the course of a couple years, I have published 500 bits and bobs of my addled brain. And most of those bits and bobs can be found in the triple digit pages of Google, preserved for all posterity.
In the future, my children can beam themselves over to the cyber-library and see that their mother was a legend in her own mind. They can comb Google's archives, which will be like the microfiche machine of the future. I'm sure they will be so proud. And possibly a bit mortified. But that's all right; it'll keep them humble.
In other news, I would just like to say that I am a bad wife. Maybe not all the time, but definitely tonight. Although there are some extenuating circumstances, because Rob is sick. Not deathly ill, just enough to make him lethargic.
Maybe it's just me, but sometimes, when Rob is lying around the house sick, it nearly sends me around the bend. All my compassion seems to leak out out of me until I am nothing but a grouchy, unsympathetic husk of a wife. I'm sure he can't wait to be old and in the home with me.
When the kids are sick, I tend to be no-nonsense, but I do try to make them comfortable. As long as there is no vomit involved, I let them get their favorite blankies and lie on the couch with
the fluffy pillows.
When Rob is sick, I want to give him the fluffy pillows, too . . . to put over his head. I chase him up to bed so that I don't hear him sighing or making that annoying congested noise in the back of his throat.
I know, I'm awful.
Thankfully, Rob knows this about me, and he finds it amusing. I suspect that he finds it amusing because I eventually feel remorseful and make him a cup of tea or bring him some medicine.
But all bets are off with that weird throat noise. I really can't take that.
So what about you, my friends? Do you lose it a little bit when your spouse is sick, or do you Florence Nightingale them back to health? I hope it's not just me.
And so concludes another fine post for the Google archives. Aren't you glad you stopped by?